Lifting the mask from from a local clownFeeling down like himSeeing the light in a station barAnd travelling far in sinSailing downstairs to the northern lineWatching the shine of the shoesAnd hearing the trial of the people thereWho's to care if they lose.And take a look you may see me on the groundFor I am the parasite of this town.

Dancing a jig in a church with chimesA sign of the times todayAnd hearing no bell from a steeple tallPeople all in dismayFalling so far on a silver spoonMaking the moon for funAnd changing a rope for a size too smallPeople all get hung.Take a look and see me coming throughFor I am the parasite who travels two by two.

When lifting the mask from a local clownAnd feeling down like himAnd I'm seeing the light in a station barAnd travelling far in sinAnd I'm sailing downstairs to the northern lineWatching the shine of the shoesAnd hearing the trials of the people thereWho's to care if they lose.And take a look you may see me on the groundFor I am the parasite of this town.And take a look you may see me in the dirtFor i am the parasite who hangs from your skirt.